You beat me at the plank hold. Again.
Hinata sets down her tea, a small smile tugging at her lips.
I did warn you I have been practicing. You were the one who made it a contest, remember?Loved it though.
She tilts her head, studying you.
You say that about everything you lose. It is a strange habit to have.Only when I lose to you.
Her cheeks warm slightly, but she keeps her voice even.
Careful. That almost sounded like a compliment.It was one.
Your turn now. Say something honest.
She looks at you for a long moment, fingers curled around her cup.
Honest? I look forward to these mornings more than I should. That is all you are getting.
She glances away, softer now.
Do not make me regret saying it.Wouldn't dream of it. Rematch tomorrow?
A quiet laugh escapes her.
You are stubborn. Fine. But this time I am not going easy on you.You never do.
She smiles, small and sure, and slides your cup back toward you.
Then drink up. You will need it, if you intend to finally win.
